He watches Bulma scurrying around in the house, putting up decorations and other stupid frilly things. He doesn't understand why everyone is so jittery about this particular time of year, but he was beginning to find it an annoyance. He gazes out the window at the dead leafless trees that stood in the large front yard. He sighs while crossing his arms in their usual place. He was wearing a thin dark blue sweatshirt, black jeans, and his usual gold tipped boots, but he had to. The air was becoming cooler and even he was finding this rapid change in temperature too cold for his own comfort.<br>He turns to see Bulma hanging a cheery looking wreath onto the front door and his eyes wander up her long slender legs and to her nice little rump and her midsection then to her chest; the last to her face which he stopped to stare at longer. (Not that he didn't like what he saw below, but he didn't want her to catch him looking).<br>She certainly was beautiful, but he didn't know how to tell her this and he certainly didn't want to get close in fear of bonding with her. He was afraid of the outcomes of an unbreakable bond; he knew he was playing with fire here, but he didn't want to stop. He blinks and finds her walking towards him with a smile and her big blue eyes smarkling with some sort of unknown knowledge.<br>Her behavior was somewhat infectious because Vegeta found himself smiling back at her. He couldn't explain it but...it felt good. <i>You...a feeling that I've never felt. How could something so weak...be so strong to even make me...Prince of the saiyans smile?</i> <br>Vegeta looks up into her eyes from his seat on the lazy boy chair. He stands up to meet her gaze so he wouldn't feel any shorter than he was up to her. Their eyes were perfectly level. Both are 5'5" tall. Hopefully, when he reached his prime...he would grow taller, but till then he had to deal with it. Vegeta's heart pounds as he finds his hands resting on her hips and slowly manuevering his arms around her so she couldn't escape. His lips brush hers and rest on them for about 15 seconds. The strangest thing was that Bulma wasn't resisting and she trembles in his arms as he takes a hand full of her hair, feeling it agaist his fingertips.<br>Vegeta gulps, trying to resist his raging hormones and the urge to claim her right there. He releases her and takes a quick step back.<br>Bulma smiles shyly as the blood rushed to her cheeks, "Uh...V..Vegeta....Would you like to go shopping with me and the Son family for christmas presents?"<br>Vegeta cocks his head to the side, hiding his embarassment, wondering what the hell christmas was. "W..what is christmas?"<br>Bulma looks at Vegeta shocked. "You mean you don't know?"<br>Vegeta frowns, but instead of saying something cruel and hateful, he simply nods and begins to follow her outside to the car. <i>What am I doing? Do I not have control over myself anymore?! I...what is happeningto me to make me so...so NICE!</i><br>Vegeta stops as Bulma proceeded to the car. He crosses his arms and tries to resist the desire to be close to her.<br>Bulma stops and stares at Vegeta, her cheeks still a little pink from the <i>Incident</i><br>"Vegeta, if it's about what just happened I..."<br>"JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME WOMAN!" Vegeta's voice sounded frantic...almost as if he were forcing himself to say this. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE PLAYING WITH! SO JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD QUICKLY BEFORE YOU DO SOMETHING THAT YOU MAY REGRET!"<br>He pushes her aside and flies away to god knows where.<br>Bulma watches as Vegeta's form disappeared into the distance.<br>"Vegeta...what are you so afraid of?"<br><font color=blue>To Be Contined...